My Only

CHAPTER 2

2 years later- June 26th
Jeanne Watson

"What are you going to wear?" Jessica asks me.

"To what?" I ask confused. That literally came out of nowhere.

"The party! Duh!" She says enthusiastically.

"Yeah, right" I say like I just woke up from the dead. Of course she meant the party.

"I mean you have to come, you know that right?"

"Of course, it's your party and I'm your best friend" I answer.

"Good" she says. "So what will you wear?"

"Eh, I don't know" I answer.

"Okay because you have to wear this!" she says and holds up a short, black dress.

"Eh, I don't know" I say. "It's not my type"

"It wasn't a question, you're going to wear this" she says sternly.

"Okay" I laugh. She reaches out it and hands me the dress. I take it in my hands and study it.

It's a black, tight, short dress. It has two shoulder stripes and is just above the knees.

"It shows pretty much skin" I say in disappointment.

"And?" she asks, not seeing the problem. "Wear a jean jacket and fishnet tights"

"Fishnet tights?" I ask.

"Yes? I don't see any problem" she says with a grin on her lips.

"Well, I do" I start. "You know that it's very outside my comfort zone" I continue.

"I still don't see the problem" she says.

"I'm not going to wear fishnet tights" I laugh like it's pretty obvious. Because it is, and she knows it.

"Don't wear them then" she says in a sassy tone.

"But I want something on my legs" I say.

"Wear something then! You don't have to ask for permission from me" she laughs.

"Okay" I say. I sit down and think about the dress while she looks in her closet to try and find something for her. I study the dress again.

"Or you know what?" I say and break the awkward silence.

"What?" she asks and turns to face me.

"Give me the fishnet tights" I say. A proud smile breaks out on her lips and she throws the fishnet tights to me.

"Did you want a jean jacket too?" she asks.

"Yes" I say. She smiles and passes me a light blue jean jacket.

"Try it on!" she says excited almost jumping up to the roof. I nod and take the dress, jean jacket and fishnet tights.

"Shoes" I say and point at her.

"White sneakers?" she asks. I nod again while she takes the sneakers and give them to me.

"I'll go to the bathroom and change" I say.

"I'll change here then" she says. I smile and walk into her bathroom. She has it in her room so I'll just have to walk like one meter.

I get in there and change. And I'll tell you what, those fishnet tights aren't easy to put on. When I'm dressed on, I walk out.

The first thing I see is Jessica in a tight, short, leather skirt and a red sports bra with a loose, black net shirt over and red high knee boots.